Love for Faith
Confused
On the sofa of the middle room, Mr. Baratha sat pensively with a heart filled with anxiety. Cinta, her favorite daughter from school until the evening before, locked herself in her room. Mr. Baratha was worried that his favorite daughter would fall ill, because since noon Love had not touched the rice at all. Every now and then, the man glanced towards the door of the room of Love, hoping that his beloved daughter would come out of the room. However, nil, until this second, Love has not yet seen the trunk of his nose.
Benak Pak Baratha travels on the memories she has shared with Lastri, her boyfriend during High School. The middle-aged man tried to repeat the time with the idol. Just because he didn't want to see Lastri's parents, their relationship had to end. At the time, they had the same taste. Strong feelings of love are beautifully nurtured and over time turn to affection. However, in just an instant, the taste that had grown and they were guarding as best they could was shattered.
Mr. Baratha now realizes, the break-up of his relationship with Lastri was solely due to the fault of him who could not be gentle. If only time could be turned back, he wanted to go back to High School and would correct his mistake. Now, after becoming a father, Mr. Baratha understands how Pastri's parents feel. He will behave the same and make a request, if there is a man who approaches his daughter. As a parent, he wanted to get to know a man close to Love.
If only he wanted to meet both parents of Lastri, maybe their relationship would continue until now, becoming a married couple who have a son and a daughter, he said, as they often talk about sitting together. Now, he's really very sorry. In the past, he was just a high school boy whose mindset was still immature. In the past, he was just a child who was too afraid to refute the parents' orders.
The man took a long breath. The sea of regret grew, because considering his attitude earlier in school was very despicable to the woman he once loved so much. He was determined to apologize to Lastri through Ikhsan and Iman. When Mr. Baratha glanced at the wall clock, the time showed at 07:30 p.m. The middle-aged man moved from his seat to the room of Love.
“Love, eat, yuk!” yelling Mr. Baratha while repeatedly knocking on the door. However, there was still no answer from the princess during her puppet.
“Love, forgive Papa. You don't keep this up, it'll hurt. Yuk, eat.” Mr. Baratha repeated his invitation. However, there was still no sound from inside the room. The man breathed heavily. The man twisted his brain, looking for a way for the figure who was shutting himself in the room, to go outside to meet him.
“Love, sorry. Papa knows you were surprised to see Papa angry this afternoon. Papa's sorry, Love. Papa won't repeat it again. Love, eat, yuk. If you are sick, Papa is the most sad.” Mr. Baratha was desperate, because the door of the princess room was closed. “Love, open, Son. Not only Papa who is sad if you why, Iman will certainly be sad.”
Hearing the name of Faith called, a key was opened from within. The door, which had been tightly closed, was now wide open. The figure of her favorite daughter, with her eyes moist and still wearing a school uniform. Mr. Baratha looked at his daughter's pity.
“Love, yuk, eat first.” Mr. Baratha embraced Love's shoulder and took her to the dinner table. Love is silent and just obeys.
After they sat at the dinner table, Mr. Baratha offered a plate of rice and side dishes to Cinta whose eyes were still sad and empty.
“Love, eat first, yes. If not taste, force it. Nothing a little, the important thing is that your stomach is filled,” pinta the Papa with a soothing tone.
Again Love obeyed the will of his Papa and began to feed rice into his mouth lazily. Love ate only a little, after taking a sip of her drink, she brought her used utensils to the sink. Mr. Baratha looked at his daughter's back with a feeling of sadness and guilt. Mr. Baratha stepped into the living room and returned pensive on the sofa.
“Love, where are you going? Here, sit down first, Papa wants to tell,” pinta Pak Baratha, make Cinta stop her steps who want to go to the room. Love sits beside the Papa, still silent.
After the two sat on the sofa, began to tell Mr. Baratha about his past with his mother Iman. “Love, so back then, Papa was the same Mother of Faith, ever had a story.”
“Acts? What kind of story, Pa?” tanya Love began to open her voice with raucous.
Mr. Baratha smiled happily, because his daughter had started to talk. “Yes, more or less, like you equal Faith, so.”
“Papa ..” Love blushed embarrassed to hear the words of the Papa. He looked down at the ceramic floor of the house, not daring to look at his papa.
“Nothing, Love, nothing to be ashamed of. In the past, Papa had experienced a phase like you now. Falling in love with millions feels.” Pak Baratha sang the song Point Puspa, making Love even more subdued to shame.
“Then, why does Papa's relationship with the Mother of Faith not continue?”
“You want to hear his story? This is not ghibah ya. Papa is just sharing experiences, so that the good you can make a lesson.”
Love nodded and began to listen carefully and tried to digest every sentence that slid from the mouth of his beloved Papa. Sometimes his father laughed, while showing a beautiful twinkle in his eyes, while telling him about the happy thing. Before long, the man's net was glazed, as he told the story of the blight of his love story and had to bury his feelings and happy memories with Bu Lastri.
“Well, so, Papa and Mother Faith could not unite, not because of her fault, but because of the folly of Papa who did not dare to meet his parents.”
Not felt, the tears of Love also slid down his cheeks to hear the love story not until his Papa experienced. Love did not expect, the Papa behind his cold attitude, it turns out in his heart to store memories that are bitter. Who can bear to see his loved ones marry someone else?
“Udah, don't cry anymore, Love. Your eyes will be swollen. Papa believes, even though Faith is often punished, but, he is a good man.”
“Kok, Papa can be sure? Kan during this close to Kak Iman, Love, not Papa,” said Cinta innocently, making Papa unable to hold back laughter.
“Papa was very sure, because Faith was born from the womb of a good mother. Papa is very familiar with Bu Lastri, in the past at High School he included outstanding children, his ethics are also commendable. Papa believes, he educated Ikhsan and Iman very well.”
Oh, it is fitting that Brother Ikhsan is smart, it turns out that his intelligence decreases from his mother. If Kak Iman who is the opposite of Kak Ikhsan decreases from whom, huh? muttered Love chuckled while comparing between Ikhsan and Iman.
“Cock smile yourself? Same with Faith, huh?” seductive Pak Baratha flicking her daughter's nose.
“No, really, Pa.” Love answered Papa's joke timidly. A pink tinge adorned her beautiful face.
“Nothing, really. Papa does not forbid, just do not let obscenity and interfere with the lesson. Let it flow. Love, walk in leisurely. Remember, your journey is still very long. Realize first your ideals, others can follow. God has kept the best plan for all His servants.".
The last sentence that came from the mouth of the Papa made the girl's heart very relieved and happy, the Papa gave the green light to his relationship with Faith. Netra Love is still sembab it sparkles happily.
“Still, Papa.” Love hugged my father. Mr. Baratha gently stroked the back of the beloved daughter he was very proud of. The two of them simultaneously heaved a sigh of relief.
***
In the room, Faith was pensive, dissolving in her troubled mind. The guy opened the door to his room and nodded. The house looks empty. He closed the door slowly and started lighting a cigarette, as the situation was safe. For a moment, he dissolved in pleasure every puff of cigarettes he exhaled his smoke out. The Mother's words continued to ring in her memory. Along with the face of love that glitters. Makes his heart even more agitated.
The reverie of Faith was instantly spoiled by the sound of mobile phone vibrations placed on the nightstand. Faith grabbed the thin square object and started opening the whatsapp app. There's a chat from Love there. Faith is killing cigarettes. His gaze began to fixate on reading the chat on the phone screen.
My Snow White's
Brother Iman, what else? Love misses.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
Again, in the room, misses you too. Love, no longer crying? Don't be sad, I can't see you at least.
My Snow White's
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
Whoa, what is that? PTS is delayed, huh, next year? Hurray.
My Snow White's
Ih, no, brother, guess what.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
What, huh? School is closed for a year?
My Snow White's
No, let's guess again.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
The prices of snacks in the canteen go down, or are the books in the library worth owning forever?
My Snow White's
Ih, already, ah, no need to guess anymore. More ngaco!
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
Hehehe, yes, dear, forgive your lover who is too perfect, so that his brain can not be used to think. Just kidding, don't get mad, yeah.
My Snow White's
Love is not angry, sister, just a sprain. Want to know how good news?
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
Yes want to oruh, for the good news, let Love not be S5P aka self-smiles until stomach pain.
My Snow White's
Brother Iman, I can do it. Papa blesses our relationship.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
Alhamdulillah
My Snow White's
Alhamdulillah doang? No other words? More fussy, dong, his welcome words.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
This is also again a Love salto, so happy to nempel on the wall kayak Spiderman.
My Snow White's
Not Spiderman, but lizard on the wall, quietly creeping.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
No, Love, but the red ants lining the walls, staring at you suspiciously.
My Snow White's
Haha. Brother Iman, do not stay in Love, yes. Yes, yes, Brother, sleepy love. I love you, Brother Iman.
Faith The Cans of the Kalem
I love you, too, Love. Met bobo yes, beautiful dreams, do not forget to wash your face, hands, feet, toothbrush, and also brush the bathroom floor. Don't drool, make the island again, on the pillow.
My Snow White's
Brother! Stop, deh berkanya, Love so do not stop laughing, so be better, want to pee continue.
Faith smiles a little at a glance at the reply chat from Love and decides not to reply to it. Faith put her phone back on the nightstand. Faith should be happy to hear this news. However, for some reason, he was now confused.
Should she keep dating and drag them both into the pit of sin? Or obey the will of the Mother which means to let their relationship end up here? If he chooses the second decision, surely Love considers him a man who likes to play with feelings, and it will be very hurtful Love.
I don't know, he really can't make a decision. Iman rubbed his hair and started a cigarette. The shadow of the Mother's face and Love flashed in the eye patch, accompanying her silent night, overwhelmed with growing anxiety. Why did his feelings become afflicted with anxiety, when Mr. Baratha had approved of him?
